Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We know y'all out to drink y'all throw up
We y'all sittin' on 20's
We know y'all reppin' hood
But how many y'all

Bounce ass, load them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that shit
While these be scummy
And'll go for the

Ready to when they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the
The real gun runner run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a blunt

Sippin' a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes ass and no gut
Let me see you it from side to side
Niggaz if it's static then me the strap

Gonna ride my ride
All the hoes that'll niggaz, with the 'fedi
get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the on the block

up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a 'Lac, hustlin' pack
Til a nigga bust, bustin' back
Guys that'll them dice and win
Girls 'fits that show the skin

Real niggaz mind your best at the pen
Real hoes let your best friend know men
'Cause I be ass
And'll make a full disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and

While them backin' that thang up on my weenie
like no nigga in the world could see me
When I Ruff Ryde with
up big babies in a Mercedes
If you want we got bombs

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my
For the ones who smoke pot, do ups and ball in our hood
What do a say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, ride, hustla feel me

By know everybody know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid fire light
And the bitch I don' like last night
I don't a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the only muthafuckin' magazine I read
Is when I buy my gun it
How bullets you could digest in that one stomach?
I suggest run from it

And the click-click from the Calico, I go
it, pimp, with a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthafucka that's countin' dough
Cookin' that to a pot of gold

'Cause my rainbow is every top that crackhead cop
I don't care I cap me a cop
As long as I got enough to cop me
A drop, pop glocks

Drag, open up boots by watchin' co-op's in at condos
the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep upon me
I run up on in a cab with a meter on me
And the only on is me

And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the T
All I really do is

Double F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the O N
Catch me, smokin' potent, bet it leave y'all, soakin'
With insides open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the up, slow down
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz don't what's real out here
(They sure don't)
is volume 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all missions
When I up the block at you, pop at you
If your momma cry there's nothin' I do

not've fucked with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, you break it
You booty to shapey, take it, wanna see you naked
I don' drunk a boo muthafucka so you I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin witha a Twista, a stick up

This where the pick up, let me load this clip up
Lust me some liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you who'll miss ya
I love the dirty South that's why I dirty mouth that'll burn you out

Tell your bitch I got a dick that'll her out
Especially I tell her turn around, I don' hurt her now
Shit'll come back and I it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my shit

You make me pull a all nighter
Standin' in front of your crib with gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)